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Absolute heaven had practically fallen into his lap. Ima had wound up with any pervert’s dream in his hand. A mind control device. After bullying a very-distressed Nigou into giving it to him, he’d run straight back to his dorm. He knew himself to be trustworthy, but if this was in anyone else’s hands, he could only imagine the horrors that might ensue.
“Imoutochan, I’m home.” Ima called out.
“It’s my room, you know.” Kako sighed, but stood up to come greet him. She tilted her head, looking curiously at the device in his hands. “What’s that?”
“I’ll show you.” Ima grinned. He fumbled with it for a second, and then the display turned on.
DELIVER VOICE COMMAND, THEN PRESS ENTER
“Simple enough… Okay.” He held one end up to his mouth. “Imoutochan, say ‘I love you,’ okay?”
“What?” Kako scoffed. Then, after Ima’s thumb pressed the button, a delicate smile overcame her face. “I love you…”
“Ahh!” Ima squealed. “So cute! I love you too!”
“Wh-what the—“ Kako took a step back. “Oniichan, wh-what is that…?”
“It’s a mind control device!” He grinned. “Isn’t it cool?”
“No! And where do you even get something like that?!”
“Well, Sirei said he wasn’t using it, so I asked Nigou to lend it to me, and she handed it over.” Ima waved it away. “Anyway, more importantly…”
“Knock it off…!”
“Imoutochan, give me a big kiss, okay?”
Ima clicked the button. The next moment, Kako leaned forward, softly smooching Ima’s cheek. He wrapped his arms around her, and before she could slip away, he quickly spoke another command into the device. She went still, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Oniichan, you’re mean.” She pouted.
“I’m actually being pretty nice, right? There’s way worse things someone could do with one of these.”
Kako tensed. “Are you… going to do those things?”
His heart sank.
“Imoutochan, of course not! Is that what you think of your Oniichan?!”
“W-well, that’s kind of how this stuff goes, right? Oniichan controls me and makes me do dirty stuff with him…” Kako muttered into his sleeve.
“Oniichan wouldn’t do that!” Ima bemoaned. “Oniichan just wants to make you be a little loveydovey! Is that so wrong…?!”
“Ugh…”
“Imoutochan, come on, let’s snuggle!”
He grabbed her hand. Obsessively, she wrapped her fingers around his, following him. He sat on the edge of the bed, and Kako stopped just in front of him.
“Okay, take your clothes off!”
“Oniichan!” Kako protested, looking absolutely scandalized. “You said you wouldn’t do anything weird!”
Even as she complained, Kako stepped out of her skirt. With terribly shaking hands, she unzipped her seifuku, sliding it off of her shoulders.
“It isn’t anything weird. I just wanted some skinship.”
“This is way more than skinship!”
After stepping out of her tights and panties, Kako tried to cover herself with her hands. He could’ve told her not to, but it was insanely cute. She hadn’t quite managed to cover her chest with one arm, and the way she was slightly cupping her hand to try and hide her vulva just made him look there even more. And she was blushing all over, a sight so precious he could’ve swooned.
Ima had shed his clothes the same way, and laid down. He spoke into the device once more. “Okay, let’s snuggle.” He cooed, pressing the button.
Kako grumbled, but crawled into his arms. Her skin was so warm against his. Ima made a happy sound and buried his face in her hair.
“You’re so cute. Do you think I’m cute, Imoutochan? Can you tell me I’m cute?”
“Oniichan is…” Kako bit her lip, but he could still hear her. “Oniichan is cute, but…” She spoke more quietly. “I think he’s handsome, more than anything.”
“Imoutochan is so sweet!” He held her a little tighter. “Letting Oniichan hold you like this, oh, you’re such a good imouto.”
“I’m not letting you, jerk.”
He shrugged. It stung, of course, but he was reassured by it. If all she was doing was calling him a meanie, and not screaming or crying or demanding to be released, then it really couldn’t be so bad. It was on par with the amount of complaining she’d do when he got loveydovey normally.
“Are you really not gonna do anything?” Kako asked again. Her eyelashes fluttered against his chest.
“You sound disappointed.” Ima teased. “Did you want Oniichan to—“
“N-no! Absolutely not!” She pushed up to look him in the eyes.
Ima smiled softly, patting her head. “Of course not. That’s why you keep bringing it up.”
“Shush!”
Ima hummed, patting her head. She went quiet, shuffling around for a moment before falling still in his arms once more. He enjoyed the sweet scent of her hair, nuzzling his cheek against it.
“Oniichan, give me a kiss.”
Ordinarily, he would’ve just listened and done it anyway. But today he paused for a second—it was a strange time for her to say something like that, wasn’t it? Hadn’t she been angry?—, only to find his body surging forward on its own to place his lips on Kako’s. He didn’t try any more to pull away (Kako’s lips were the best place he could hope to be), though he made a surprised sound.
She laughed a bit deviously, and pulled away to smile. Ima looked down at her. She held the device up by her face with a victorious smile.
“Oniichan…” she cooed. “I’m in charge now, okay?”